TYMRHBDES Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Cold, Crazy School Prince x Delicate, Spoiled Brat 42

“Mu Jianian! What are you doing?!”

“This is my house! You’re going too far!”

Jiang Luoluo was on the verge of tears, his eyelashes crushing tiny droplets that trembled at their roots, threatening to fall.

Mu Jianian set him down on the edge of the bed, braced his hands on either side of him, and stared at him for a moment before crouching down to remove his shoes.

The fluffy, backless house slippers slipped off easily with a tug.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Jianian had one of Jiang Luoluo’s feet in his hand. He lifted the other ankle to take off the remaining shoe.

Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson with anger. The moment the shoe came off, he kicked out, his foot striking Mu Jianian squarely in the chest.

Watching Mu Jianian clutch his chest and collapse onto the carpet, Jiang Luoluo belatedly realized the other man was injured.

Mu Jianian was wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat over a white turtleneck sweater.

Within moments, a crimson stain began to bloom on the white sweater over his chest, spreading outward.

Jiang Luoluo quickly sat up straight, his face taut with anxiety as he stared at Mu Jianian. He stammered,

“I… I didn’t mean to… Who told you to touch my foot?”

“Husband doesn’t mind.”

Mu Jianian stood up, then knelt before him again, his handsome face unusually gentle.

“Husband pdoesn’t blame you.”

Jiang Luoluo opened his mouth, his expression blank. He wasn’t good at handling such situations and felt momentarily flustered.

He watched Mu Jianian kneel on one knee before him, pulling a tube of ointment from his chest pocket.

“Husband didn’t mean to do anything to you.”

Slender fingers rested on Jiang Luoluo’s ankle as Mu Jianian gently lifted the pale foot onto his knee.

“You lost your shoe when you ran out yesterday. There were pebbles on the road. Our baby must have gotten hurt.”

Jiang Luoluo finally snapped out of his daze, pulling his leg back slightly. His delicate eyebrows furrowed.

“Mu Jianian, don’t do this.”

“I don’t need you to do this. I don’t even want to see you.”

The soft voice echoed in the air. Mu Jianian paused his squeezing of the ointment tube, then quickly resumed, squeezing a dollop of the milky-white cream onto his fingertip.

“I know.”

Mu Jianian’s voice was strained. “Thinking about the injury on your foot, I didn’t sleep a wink all night.”

Jiang Luoluo lowered his head to look at his foot.

His skin was already paler than average, and years of pampered care had made it even more delicate. The slightest pressure could leave red marks, let alone walking barefoot on a winter asphalt road littered with sharp pebbles and wind-snapped twigs.

Several red scratches crisscrossed his excessively pale foot, their crimson stark against the rounded, pink toes, creating a kind of abused beauty.

Mu Jianian carefully applied the medicated ointment to the red scratches with his fingertip, his brow furrowed with concern, his face etched with heartache.

His voice was low and gentle as he spoke:

“I just want to apply the ointment. I’ll leave as soon as I’m done. I won’t stay a moment longer.”

The ointment stung slightly where it touched the broken skin. Jiang Luoluo hissed softly, his leg trembling as he instinctively tried to pull back.

Misinterpreting his reaction, Mu Jianian gently gripped his ankle with his large hand, his handsome features pleading:

“Let me apply the ointment. Please.”

“I’m begging you.”

This man, usually so aloof and proud, spoke words so humble they seemed to sink into the dust. Jiang Luoluo finally met Mu Jianian’s gaze directly.

He truly looked exhausted. His handsome features were weary, his thin lips pale and sickly.

It was likely due to the wound on his chest.

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes drifted downward, settling on Mu Jianian’s chest. He stared at the crimson stain slowly spreading across the sweater, now the size of a palm. His almond-shaped eyes widened in alarm.

A heavy feeling settled in his chest, and the words of refusal he’d been about to speak caught in his throat.

Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze, saying nothing, indicating his tacit consent.

Mu Jianian remained kneeling on the floor, cradling Jiang Luoluo’s foot in his palm. He carefully applied the ointment, bit by bit, with meticulous care.

Once both feet were treated, Mu Jianian looked up at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Luoluo was wearing a fluffy white loungewear set, looking soft and pliant. His short, light-gold hair fell obediently over his half-lowered eyes, and his full, dewy lips were an almost excessive shade of red.

As if sensing Mu Jianian’s gaze, the person on the bed bit his lip and lifted his delicate eyelids. His round, innocent eyes, shimmering with a watery sheen, met Mu Jianian’s gaze with pure, guileless innocence.

He was so obedient and adorable, like the little prince from a fairy tale, gazing at Mu Jianian with innocent, bewildered eyes.

A pang of bitterness and intermittent throbbing pain gripped Mu Jianian’s heart.

He had always been this obedient.

How could Mu Jianian bear to hurt him so deeply?

Mu Jianian longed to embrace him, but before he could move, the other man flinched back as if frightened.

His voice, small and hesitant, reminded Mu Jianian, as if afraid he might break his promise:

“Mu Jianian, you’ve finished applying the medicine. You can leave now.”

Mu Jianian felt reluctant to leave, his gaze clinging to the man on the bed. He murmured a low “Mm.”

The man on the bed curled his toes and tilted his head to look up at Mu Jianian.

His snow-pale cheeks flushed pink, making him seem so small and fragile. Despite his fear, he firmly insisted on Mu Jianian’s departure.

Mu Jianian whispered, “I’ve made up an excuse for Mom and Dad. They won’t suspect anything—”

“You don’t need an excuse,” the man on the bed interrupted.

His soft, small hand clutched the bedsheet as he repeated:

“You don’t need an excuse, Mu Jianian.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll tell Mom and Dad I want a divorce.”

Mu Jianian’s chest felt like it had been struck by a heavy weight, his heart leaping into his throat. “Divorce?”

The person on the bed seemed afraid to meet his gaze, nodding with their head bowed.

Their voice was barely a whisper: “Our marriage… it was all built on lies from the start…”

“I’m just not interested anymore, Mu Jianian.”

“I never wanted to marry you in the first place.”

“If… if my memories hadn’t been altered, I would never have agreed to marry you.”

As Jiang Luoluo spoke, they finally raised their head, forcing himself  to meet his eyes.

“Mu Jianian, you promised me. You said if I stayed with you until the New Year, you’d let me go.”

Outside, firecrackers crackled incessantly, and colorful fireworks lit up the window, filling the air with the festive spirit of the holiday.

Jiang Luoluo tilted their head, glancing at the other window. Softly, they said:

“Mu Jianian, it’s already the New Year.”

“It’s time for us to end this.”

After Mu Jianian left, Jiang Luoluo climbed into bed and buried himself under the covers.

Soon, soft, muffled sobs filled the room, their rhythm gentle and restrained. Even the rise and fall of the blanket seemed suppressed.

A small hand emerged from under the covers, reaching for a tissue to wipe away tears. But the tears flowed endlessly, soaking through the tissue and dampening the blanket.

After a long while, Jiang Luoluo finally sat up, clutching the soft, fluffy blanket around himself. His pale face was flushed red from crying, and the tip of his nose was also red.

He wiped his tears with the tissue, then leaned down to hug his pillow, sobbing softly.

He knew Mu Jianian wasn’t good for him. Mu Jianian was strange and had been lying to him all along. Yet, the moment he said the word “divorce,” he felt a sharp pang of anguish.

It was as if all the beautiful moments, all the tender companionship, had shattered in that instant.

Outside, the wind howled mournfully, its wailing like a lament accompanying his tears. The snow fell harder now, the sound of snowflakes striking the windowpane audible without even looking up—a soft, rustling lullaby.

Jiang Luoluo clutched the tear-soaked tissue in one hand, his other small hand resting limply on the pillow. His long eyelashes, wet with tears, clung together in clumps against his eyelids.

Jiang Luoluo drifted into a deep sleep, his cheeks still wet with tears.

At midnight, the sound of firecrackers reached its peak.

Jiang Luoluo woke with a start, rubbing his tear-reddened eyes.

He had bundled himself up too tightly before bed, and with the room’s heating turned up high, he woke with flushed cheeks and a damp neck.

The clammy feeling was particularly uncomfortable. Jiang Luoluo kicked off the covers, slowly sat up, and decided to open a window.

As his feet emerged from under the blanket, he glanced down casually, then his eyes widened.

Whatever ointment Mu Jianian had applied earlier had significantly faded the red marks and even the scabbed-over wounds.

When he slipped into his slippers, the dull throbbing pain was gone.

Remembering Mu Jianian kneeling on the floor to apply the ointment, Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze. His thick eyelashes fluttered several times before finally settling into stillness.

He walked toward the window.

Pulling back the curtains, he was greeted by a massive, multi-layered firework blooming before his eyes, its shifting colors and thunderous explosions filling the night.

Jiang Luoluo couldn’t help but gasp, “Wow!” He stood at the window, watching the distant fireworks.

The entire inky-blue sky was ablaze with fireworks of all sizes, their booms and crackles filling the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter.

A thick yet relaxed festive atmosphere filled the air.

Jiang Luoluo’s eyes curved into a smile.

He pushed open the window, his gaze drifting downward.

The light, sweet smile on his face froze for a moment.

His eyes met those of the person who should have left, standing on the snowy ground outside the wall.

He was still wearing that seemingly thin coat, his hands tucked into his pockets.

His slender frame blended into the darkness, occasionally illuminated by the fireworks in the sky, his noble and handsome face flickering with the light.

As the fireworks faded and fell, he remained standing alone in the boundless blackness.

Jiang Luoluo stared blankly at the figure in the snow outside the courtyard wall.

He didn’t know how long the man had been standing there. The camel-colored cashmere coat shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting the traces of snowflakes that had melted and refrozen.

Snowflakes clung to his short black hair, making him appear both cold and solitary.

Despite the howling north wind whipping past him, his eyes remained fixed steadily in Jiang Luoluo’s direction.

Even at this distance, even in the dim night, Jiang Luoluo couldn’t make out the expression on his face.

Yet he felt certain that Mu Jianian’s gaze at that moment held a contradictory mix of stubbornness and tenderness.

Just like Mu Jianian himself—a paradoxical blend of stubbornness and tenderness.

A dense, aching feeling surged in Jiang Luoluo’s chest.

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✨ Translator’s Note ✨
Babies, I know, I know… I’ve sinned 😭 I dragged this arc like a drama queen holding the mic too long. To repent for my crimes, I’ll drop all the remaining chapters in one glorious streak!! ⚡🔥

Please forgive this humble translator’s old sins and accept this offering of binge-worthy goodness 💕